The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The Arbitration Court of the Ministry of Military Affairs of Bakaxing is a magnificent place, as huge and gloomy as an imperial tomb.

The sound of countless trials echoes in the ancient courts that have stood for thousands of years, including both military courts and civil prosecutions.

On the huge stained glass, the portraits of the emperor and the saints stare tirelessly, weighing the guilty or innocent souls.

The tapestries hang from the dark marble wall, and the scattered colors they peel off form a sharp contrast with the atmosphere of the room.

As a political commissar in the imperial army, Yarek would go wherever the emperor asked him to go. It couldn't be easier.

So now, he is patiently standing in the dock, enduring the discomfort caused by the unfitting uniform, and waiting for the beginning of the interrogation.

Maybe he is not a tall man by the standards of the Astral Army, but he is muscular and powerful.

Since being escorted from the Unbound Soul by a representative of the Military Affairs Department, in addition to some daily exercises, he can only stay in his cell with nothing to do after eating and drinking.

The benefits of this life are obvious. He is about to recover the waist and weight he has lost since being dispatched to Valledo.

His previous military coat was already worn out. Originally, he didn't expect to get a new one, but with the help of some "mysterious power", he still got a new military coat, which also contained a certain hint.

But he has no interest in showing off like a noble official, Yarek is a soldier.

The air today is very dry, and a row of servo skulls holding charcoal are floating in the air, but it will not be much warmer until the beginning of the interrogation, so that the shivering soul of the guilty can be exposed from the beginning.

But it was a big deal for Yarek, only the emperor could control his destiny, as always.

Then he moved his gaze to the center of the window of the hall, watching the shining portrait of the emperor.

"The light of all mankind..."

He whispered, he didn't care if the bailiff behind him would hear it.

"I was born for the battlefield, I serve what you wish, and may grant me to dedicate myself to this."

At this moment, someone on the right side of Arek coughed, and the echo lingered between the stone walls until it sank into the shadow of the high ceiling, so he turned around.

"Actually, Yarek."

A man sitting alone on the juror's bench laughed:

"Is it necessary to be so depressed early in the morning?"

This was his former superior. He seemed to be sleeping well and in good condition. The depression on his cheek disappeared from the days of fighting.

His oiled black hair was as shiny as when they first met, and the symbol of his class, the ubiquitous large brimmed hat, rested on the bench beside him.

"It's just that I didn't sleep well last night."

Arek nodded. He was surprised that he felt a little comfort when he saw this person attending.

No matter what happens in this trial, the appearance of this person will be the most surprising of them. He played his role in the whole incident and understood the truth.

But how would he testify?

Despite some assurances, this is still one of the things that Yarik can't fathom.

He was brave enough, yes, and he also proved his loyalty and dedication to the emperor, but he was also a "polluted", a survivor who looked directly at the most terrifying enemy of the empire. The end should not be very good.

A pair of figures on the balcony above the bench attracted Arek's gaze. He raised his gaze from the old officer and saw a pair of weird men sitting in the front row of the balcony.

The two men met his gaze directly.

It is a man and a woman, although it seems inappropriate to use the word "person" to describe the former.

The woman sat there with her shoulders shrugged, her head almost buried in the black ruffled collar of her robe.

She was hunched over when she was older, and she looked no taller than a ten-year-old child, but from the shadow of her hood, she could see a sharp and wise light flashing in her eyes.

Is she also a juror? Or from other institutions?

Anyway, her eyes made Arrick very uncomfortable, but he couldn't explain why.

The person sitting next to this old ugly woman made her appear smaller. The man looked like a living statue carved out of a piece of marble. His skin was as white as snow in the sun, and the plain robe was totally impossible. Cover the huge body underneath.

He is a bald head, which reinforces the illusion that he is basically made of rocks.

But this illusion was broken after Arrick noticed his gaze. His eyes were blood red, even where they were supposed to be white.

In all his journeys in his service, Arek had never seen such a terrifying and strange person.

Who are these people, and what are they going to do in this interrogation?

Suddenly, the door banged loudly when it was pushed open, and the air rushed in with the messy footsteps of boots stepping on the marble floor.

A mixed crowd of military officials and Astral Army officers poured in, and the room trembled in the noise of their search for their seats.

Arek scanned the crowd, trying to find a few familiar faces, but he couldn't find one of his people.

This is not unexpected.

Arek retracted his gaze from the crowd and turned to the front, just in time to see the door of the judge's room open.

A burst of enthusiastic orange light spilled into the hall, and the military arbitrators walked in slowly in a line.

When the presiding judge's bloated figure appeared in his sight, Arek couldn't control himself from appearing weird on his face.

This is a handicapped person, fixed on a multi-legged mechanical seat that can be directly controlled through the neurofeedback slot at the bottom of the skull. The seat uses a spider-like pace to smoothly lead him to the trial seat. The shoulder badge shows that he has the rank of lieutenant general.

Arek raised his right hand to his eyebrows and saluted with a quick but reluctant gesture.

"In the name of the emperor."

The legal clerk announced:

"All rise."

The people in the auditorium moved noisily, and the interrogation of the political commissar Arrik began.

For the next three hours, Yarik kept frowning, gritted his teeth and listened to people who had never set foot on the front line scolding him, and belittled the heroic dedication of those soldiers, and blamed him for every death.

The interrogation came to an end after four hours.

Behind the arbitration table is the general who is chained in the mechanical seat that sustains his life. He will read the verdict himself.

The arbitration hall remained deadly quiet.

The arbitration committee ended their whispered discussion, and then turned to face Yarek in the dock.

Installed with sensors and recording devices, the servo skull, which has been yellowed by the years, descended from the top of the head, and floated in the air with a low buzzing sound using an anti-gravity engine.

They recorded every sentence in the hall, whether it was a formal statement or a conversation with an observer. These records will be carefully screened to identify dissidents and potential troublemakers.

"stand up."

An old wrinkled official near the general ordered.

"Stand up, Sebastian Yarek, sentence is about to be pronounced."

These days of endless inquiries and retelling of Valledo’s things over and over again have made Arrick exhausted and struggling, and his old boss on the terrace on the far right is very concerned about his personal qualities. He and Ability made his own report, but Yarek was ordered to evade during those hearings, so he didn't know the contents of the report at all.

The general cleared his throat with a cough and began to use the electronic microphone installed in the seat to make a sound.

"The entire hearing in this trial covered a wide range of statements from witnesses, analysts, and evaluators—"

The general's small black eyes swept across the venue severely.

"We heard how the defendant tried to get rid of the core of suspicion and how he used to influence low-level soldiers. We also heard in detail that the loss of command of the 4337 Infantry Regiment caused the situation in the entire war. What are the consequences."

Arrick's stomach squirmed silently to remind him that he hadn't eaten after dawn. He started to feel hungry but the protesting stomach had to wait a while.

"Honorable committee members."

The general continued.

"They carefully heard all the statements before reaching a conclusion. We consulted the think tank and rummaged through our glorious military history books to find precedents."

Jarek noticed that the general glanced at the two strange figures on the terrace, just as he did during the entire interrogation.

This further confirmed Yarek's conjecture: the general was afraid of the stranger.

Based on this result, he made further inferences.

These two people are probably the entourage of Wende Judge, or his "friend".

The general continued to speak, but Yarek was convinced that the man's electronic voice sounded lacking confidence.

"We have finally reached a conclusion and are ready to announce here that in the name of the human emperor, it is now up to me to sentence Sebastian Yarik of the 4337th Infantry Regiment to make the final decision."

As required by the regulations, Yarek salutes his verdict.

“Some members of the committee believe that, given your role in the catastrophic defeat of Valledo, you should be removed from all positions for the rest of your life. Others believe that simply depriving you of your position is too benevolent and should be imprisoned for long periods of time. Exile, choose one of these two punishments."

This time, Yarek felt that the general was pretending to be unhurried and deliberately not to look at the figure on the terrace.

"In any case, the actual situation of the counter-insurgency operations in Valledo has undergone dramatic changes in a short period of time, and this war has also attracted the attention of certain imperial authorities, who exercise power even more powerful than the commander of the constellation. In view of this, the court was forced to recognize your decisive role in the subsequent battles, and to assist the two glorious Astartes in the battle. The above contribution is honorable."

The general’s eyebrows wrinkled in frustration as he continued to say ~www.ltnovel.com~ The testimony of your former boss is also under consideration. In his testimony, he described your courage, piety and excellence in a long form. Taking into account these factors, the court ruled that you will keep your current position. "

Having said this, the general sighed clearly.

"In view of the complete destruction of the 4337 Infantry Regiment, under these powers, the court decided to grant you a new position and resident until the formation of a new regiment, at which time you will immediately return to the frontline troops."

The audience's reaction to the arbitration committee's statement filled the court hall noisily, and people started chattering and sharing opinions with those sitting next to them.

Arek was also surprised.

"New station? Can you tell me where it is?"

"Originally, you should sign for the commission yourself, well, since you asked."

The general took out a letter of commission and glanced at the place names on it.

"Your new location is... Armageddon."